"Where are we..?"

Stephanie took Hunter's hand as she guided him across the dark field. He studied the surroundings, wondering where exactly Stephanie was guiding him. She wasn't going to do anything crazy, was she?

No, he knew better. But with the events of the night, his mind was more jumbled than it had ever been. As she continued guiding him across the grass, it clicked exactly where they were. She had taken him to the field where he first approached her, watching her study the water before having the courage to even talk to her.

"Steph, the field.. It makes sense now, I-"

Stephanie swiped her hand, not wanting to hear another word from him. He cleared his throat, shuffling his feet awkward before looking back at her, studying her expression.

"This is where I talk, Hunter. Not you. I brought you here for reasons I guess you get now. Now, what do you want from me? Is it who I am? Do you think you'll get title shots, a good fuck, what? Tell me. Because I can get any other man to use me, I don't need your false love or your fake stares confusing me and making feel as if I fucking love you. Don't tell your fiancee its someone else like you give a damn about me."

Hunter watched as she cried softly, making him feel his eyes burn from the sight of it. He could tell her anger was out of fear, and she wasn't thinking logically. He walked towards her as she pushed his chest, crying for him not to touch her. Eventually he got a better grip of her hands, and he grabbed them, pulling her towards him.

"Do the math, Stephanie. If I've given up the woman I was supposed to marry for you, what the hell do you think I feel? I wouldn't feel the way I feel for you if it was for absolutely nothing, okay? I fucking love you. Stop questioning that. I've cried over you, I don't even cry over injuries, yet I cried over you. I couldn't care less of who you are, what you've made me feel is something no one can fake."

Stephanie's eyes were rimmed red from Hunter's words. She hated sappy things, but Hunter's words made her just want to be a huge sap for him. Her lip trembled softly as she sighed, laughing sadly at the river behind her.

"You stalked me for months until you found me at this river, huh?"

Hunter smiled softly, blinking away stray tears as he kissed at her cheek softly, not wanting her to cry another second.

"Don't flatter yourself, Mrs. Helmsley. I... Quietly followed. Much different from stalking you. I mean, you're cute and all, but, my stalking skills are only exclusive to myself, alright?"

Stephanie punched his chest softly, laughing, before staring at him intently. His eyes were so gorgeous, and with his tears, she could really see how vibrant the color of his hues were. He stared back at her, and she could only wonder what exactly he was thinking. Hunter's hands found themselves through her brown locks, and she sighed softly under his touch, letting her lips find their way against his wrists. He groaned happily, realizing the message that God had been trying to tell him this whole time.

Stephanie McMahon was supposed to be his.

He watched her as her lips traced his wrist, and her eyes closed as his husky voice filled the air, causing her to smile softly.

"Those lips are meant to be on mine, Steph.."

She pulled herself from his wrist before her lips found themselves against his. She could kiss him for a lifetime, and she was happy with that fact. His thick hands pulled at her waist, as they stood there, kissing softly in the darkness. She pulled away as she watched him catch his breath, his hands still planted against her waist. She smiled softly, sighing quietly as her hands intertwined with his.

"Let's get back to the hotel, Mr. Helmsley.."